Home from Montreal. Tiredy tired tired. I can't tell yet whether I'm coming down with something or whether I'm just exhausted from the trip and have a dry throat from too much overprocessed hotel/airplane air. (Also the vertigo is not behaving itself.) Accordingly, I have just let myself drink the last cup of the cloudberry tisane. It was just the right thing, and the Nana's Peaches principle is in effect here: use the things we enjoy while we still enjoy them, before they've gone stale and wrong. It's like burning plot, only with tisane and peaches.

It was a really good Farthing Party and a really good Montreal trip. I am just completely out of girl.

I am working on the new thing. I opened the file because I was going to do some coherent outlining, but as I have no coherence I am writing dribbles that will connect up later to actual scenes. Finding Mel's voice, giving her somewhere to stand. As long as nobody gives her a lever until I have more energy, all should be well with that.

Last night when Nate came to tuck me in (I generally go to bed much earlier than he does, so he usually tucks me in) I said "and hooray, the bed isn't vibrating!" He gave me a funny look, til I said "Didn't I tell you about the club at the hotel?" and all became clear to him.